Futile Horn

01.02.2004 - 1:49 am (two grand twice two)

So New Year was fairly uneventful. Everyone I know either left the state or was sick or just wouldn’t come out, so I decided to head down to the city by myself. It was sort of lame but much better than being home alone watching tv. I went to a bar down on the west village and had a whole bunch of drinks at midnight and then walked around until I was sober, then went home. Thanks to complete inability to get a car in or out of Manhattan last night, the 5 was running late so getting home was pretty easy.

I bought a new toy to allow me to record electric guitar directly to my laptop. That should be here in a couple of days so that’s somewhat exciting.

My album project sort of got canned when I got sick (grag, I was sick for about three weeks), and I barely know where to start again. I was practicing a bit this morning and I got particularly cranky about my guitar playing. So I read a bunch of pep essays on the internet, made a couple of adjustments and sort of felt better.

I’m investigating a new job tomorrow. I’m not too excited about the prospect, but I guess at this point money is money. At least it is in the city, so when I’m done I can hang out, maybe buy a cd or two.

Yeah, I don’t know I keep this thing anymore.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn